Dear thoughts are in my mind 
                                    And my soul soars enchanted, 
                                    As I hear the sweet lark sing 
                                    In the clear air of the day. 
                                    For a tender beaming smile 
                                    To my hope has been granted, 
                                    And tomorrow she shall hear 
                                    All my fond heart would say. 
                                    
                                    I shall tell her all my love, 
                                    All my soul's adoration, 
                                    And I think she will hear 
                                    And will not say me nay. 
                                    It is this that gives my soul 
                                    All its joyous elation, 
                                    As I hear the sweet lark sing 
                                    In the clear air of the day.